Wind
Written during the time my partner was partially recovering from a debilitating eye injury.
Wind
Today my husband is studying swords
And rediscovering a joy in kennings
As his eye that has no sight
Has finally stopped hurting
The other eye can now return
To read, record, and recognise my face
That I thought may be forgotten.
He quotes to me,
‘Incitement of the sorrow of the fence of battle’
And I think of the shield that
Cloaked and covered his eye
His sorrow merging with the repetition
Of eye drops and eye creams
That ensuingly and eventually eroded.
The energy of unseen motion,
Particles changed by his serpent wound
Resulting in two pages of beloved
Literature, formal and academic
Now emerging rousing, romantic
As I see eyes negotiating the leaves
Unknowingly unforgetting my face.
About the Creator
Alyson Smith
Writer & Artist with Level I Autism & a whole lot of Bipolar. Based in Newcastle- upon - Tyne, works as an administrator in a Nursing Home. MA in Creative Writing.
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